It is that bill! that horrid butcher's bill!" Dorothy burst out laughing through her dismay, and wept and laughed together for more than a minute ere she could recover herself.
"Father! you dear father! you're too good to live! Why, there are forks and spoons enough in the house to pay that paltry bill!--not to mention the cream-jug which is, and the teapot which we thought was silver, because Lady Sykes gave it us.

Why didn't you tell me what was troubling you, father dear ?" "I can't bear--I never _could_ bear to owe money.

I asked the man for his bill some time ago.

I could have paid it then, though it wouldn't have left me a pound.

The moment I looked at it, I felt as if the Lord had forsaken me.